Sudden Breeze

Looking inwards through the broken windows of this abandoned cottage it seemed that time itself had held its breath since the householder passed to another landscape more than a decade ago. The door was no longer guarding the inner sanctuary of the silent years and I crept slowly inside. The threadbare curtain’s unexpected movement acknowledged the long overdue intruder as a sudden Atlantic breeze breathed through the unglazed window – a pneuma moving over the deep waters filling some priestly surplice. Outside, the rooks mark the liturgical moment. It signalled the last days before nature quietly reclaimed its ground.

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OY! A master of the drybrush??? I made comment about Wyeth before I looked on and now it is confirmed. Your works are wounderfully textured and compositionally sound. The mystery speaks loud. A joy to observe.

Hi Nathaniel, Yes, and when I stumbled across this emotionally charged moment in an abandoned house in the west of Ireland I almost felt it was the same wind that had begun across the Atlantic in Olson's house in Maine all those years before. But the scene was just like this; it wasn't created with Wyeth in mind. I've been in Olson's house and saw the window there too.

I looked at your website. There are very few who can paint as you do at 14. Amazing.

No, I haven't been teaching because I never thought I could explain what I do! My work is extremely slow, and I admire people who can get the same effects with much freer and more expressive brushwork. Most of my larger paintings take about 6 weeks. Actually I don't paint that much and this is the first time I've uploaded images to a site like this.